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Uncomfortable



   By Ed Rider



   "You know Margie, that hot new woman in my department?" said Bert.

   "The one who's your boss?" said Winnie.

   "Not exactly," said Bert.  "She reports to my boss, too, but at a higher
level, and sometimes I have to work for her on a project.  But that's the
one.  I have been lusting for her for six months, and I found out yesterday
she was a lesbian."

   If Winnie didn't already know, she could have told from the tone of his
voice that this excited him much more than if Margie had actually come on
to him.

   His crude observation didn't bother her at all.  When it came to other
women, he was all talk but no action.  After they started going together,
she was dismayed the first time he started talking about one of her
girlfriends in lurid detail.  She was amazed at how he could describe every
body part and fill in what he didn't see with his imagination.  And then
he'd go into detail about what he'd like to do with all those glands and
openings.  She was too shocked to say anything, although she knew she
should have slapped him.  And when she told her friend, the friend soon
became an ex-friend, because not only was she flattered, but she tried to
steal Bert away.

   That's when Winnie found out about Bert.  He told her how her friend had
approached him and how upset he had been.  "But you told me what you wanted
to do with her?" said Winnie.  "Why didn't you jump her right then?"

   "Oh, that was just my testosterone talking," he said.  "When I'm with
you, I feel I can say whatever is on my mind, no matter how stupid.  That's
one of the reasons I love you.  I'd never say anything like that to her or
any other woman.  You know, you're so far above all of them in looks and
everything else.  By the way, I ran across something today that I thought
you might like.  I had them gift wrap it in this little box.  If you don't
like it, just exchange it." It was an engagement ring.

   She managed to tone Bert down a little while they were engaged by
telling him that even if he didn't have any inclinations to cheat, just
hearing his ravings made her uncomfortable and got her wondering if she was
doing the right thing in marrying him.  But she knew it was an idle threat.
She loved him as much as he loved her, and he was so perfect in almost
every other way that she realized she would have been stupid to dump him
over this.

   Since he never brought up his animal lusts except when they were alone,
she tried to shut her ears when he'd start one of his depraved streams of
consciousness, but he was so primal and brutally honest that she somehow
always got sucked into his lust and felt uncomfortable and demeaned. 
Sometimes it got so bad that she began crying and ran out of the room. 
Then Bert was all apologies and tried hard to control himself for a few
weeks.

   After a while, she heard familiar themes.  One of them was anal sex,
which really excited Bert.  She had tried it with him a couple of times,
but it was extremely uncomfortable for her, if not downright painful, so
she told him it was out.  To make up for his disappointment, she gave him
lots of oral, even though that also turned her off, especially when he came
in her mouth, which he tried not to do.  But at least it was only
uncomfortable, not painful, and he really appreciated it.

   It also confirmed for her that his ravings had nothing to do with him
not being happy with their sex life, because oral sex was another of his
constant themes, even though he was getting all he wanted.

   His biggest turn-on was lesbians.  He loved to think about what they did
to each other, and sometimes he'd even tell her about what he imagined when
he saw two good-looking women talking, even if he didn't know whether they
were straight or gay.  If he actually came across a beautiful lesbian, he
was in heaven.  He imagined her participating in some of the videos he
watched on the Internet.

   He loved the ones where they were tender and teasing and drove each
other to ecstatic multiple orgasms.  But even more, he liked the ones where
one was dominant, and her partner was a little reluctant.  And if it got a
little extreme, with some bondage or fake forced analingus, that was even
better.  He didn't go for torture, but if the lesbian video ended up in
vaginal fisting or, best of all, anal fisting, he liked those the best.

   One time, she agreed to watch one of the extreme lesbian videos.  "Can't
you see the little one is very unhappy," she said to Bert.  "Look how her
makeup is starting to get smeared.  She was obviously crying when her
friend started fisting her, but they stopped the shooting to wipe away her
tears.  And did you see those horrible looks on her face when her friend
stuck her hand in her anus.  She doesn't enjoy it.  She's in agony. 
Probably, she and her friend just need the money for drugs."

   "But look how they're kissing and hugging at the end," he said.  "Maybe
it was hard for her, but I don't think her partner would have done it to
her if they didn't get off on it."

   "I think you're wrong," said Winnie, and that was the last time she
watched a video with him.  Even though she was disgusted by what he watched
on the Internet, she didn't discourage him, because she had made a
connection.  When he came to bed, she knew right away whether he had looked
at some porn on his computer earlier.  When he did, he would do anything
she wanted just to have sex with her.

   Winnie took advantage of him those nights and sometimes used him for
things he didn't care for.  But she wasn't selfish.  After she had so many
orgasms that she was worn out, she always mustered the energy to give him a
really great one that exhausted him and sent him quickly to sleep.



   "Margie asked about you today?" he said one night.

   "Why?" said Winnie.

   "Well, I'm working for her for the next few weeks on an important
project," he said, "and we had lunch together, so we talked a little about
ourselves," he said.  "You know me.  I raved about your beauty and your
brains.

   "She came out and told me about her orientation for the first time.  I
know you won't believe me, but I didn't bring up sex or ask her anything
about being a lesbian.  But she went into detail on what she does with her
girlfriends and the kinds of girls she likes."

   "Are you sure you're not imagining things now," said Winnie.

   "No," said Bert.  "I couldn't make this stuff up." And she believed him
after he told her how Margie liked to seduce straight women, some of the
tricks she used to get to them, how she would stop at nothing once she had
set her sights on someone, how she had never failed, how she made love to
them, how she enjoyed humiliating them and making them submit to some of
the extreme things that Bert watched on the videos.  This woman sounded
scary, Winnie decided, when he was finished.

   "Wow!" she said.  "She sounds like a monster.  I'll bet she liked that
you were eating up every word."

   "I'm going up to bed," he said.  "Are you coming?" She saw he was so
excited, he could barely stand still.

   For some reason, that night, she made him do all the things he hated the
most, including licking her anus and sticking his tongue deep inside it and
making love to her colon.  This always made him gag, and when she heard
him, it excited her into multiple orgasms.

   There was no special treat for Bert this night after she had finished
using him.  She brought him off quickly by using a trick she had learned.
He came almost instantly whenever she put a finger into his anus and
massaged his prostate.  She could tell he was frustrated after he came so
fast, and it made her feel good.  As she fell asleep, she realized she had
taken out her anger on him because of his story about Margie.  She felt
guilty and resolved to make it up to him the next day.



   "What were you talking about with Margie," Bert asked Winnie when they
got in the car.  "You were at the other end of the table, and it seemed
like the two of you were in a world of your own."

   "I didn't say much," said Winnie.  "She kept asking me questions, but I
kept the answers polite and brief.  You didn't tell me how big she was.  I
think she's as tall as you are.  And what a body!  She sure knew how to
display it, too.  Every guy in the room was sneaking glances at her.  I
wonder how many of them know which way she goes.

   "She made me feel like her little sister the way she was talking to me.
And don't ask me for any sex stories.  She was smart enough to not bring
stuff like that up at a company dinner.  But she did seem to take every
opportunity to touch me on a hand, on an arm and once on a leg."

   "Uh-oh," said Bert, and he laughed.  "I hope you aren't her next
conquest.  I can see myself coming home one night and hearing strange
sounds coming from the bedroom.  I walk up the stairs and --"

   "Stop right there, Bertram," Winnie said.  "If you want to fantasize
about watching me and Margie making lesbian love, keep it to yourself. 
This is one that I can't handle.  She spooks me."

   "Spoilsport!" he said.  "If you look down, you'll see that what I'm
thinking about is so hot that I'm about to bust my pants."

   "Then hold that thought until we get home," she said.  "Just don't say
it."



   The next day when Bert came home from work, the first thing he said to
Winnie was, "You're it."

   "What?" she said.

   "Margie told me she wants you," he said, and Winnie could see his eyes
were sparkling with excitement.  "She said you're her next goal, and she
wants me to help her.  We were pretty busy today, but she whispered that
into my ear when we were alone for 30 seconds.  She said she'll talk to me
more as soon as she has the chance."

   "What did you tell her?" Winnie said.

   "I didn't have a chance to say anything," Bert said.

   "I hope you know what to say when she brings it up again," said Winnie.

   "Yes, I'm not taking any chances," Bert said.  "I won't joke around. 
I'll tell her that you don't go that way and to forget it.  I hope this
isn't going to interfere with work."



   It wasn't until the following week that Bert reported anything further.
In the meantime, he had stopped all his sex fantasy talk.  Winnie
appreciated the quiet, but at the same time she knew that this was not
normal, that something was bothering him.

   It was Thursday afternoon, and the minute he walked in the door, she
could tell that something had happened.  He was in a highly agitated state.

   "What did she say?" asked Winnie.

   "We had a working lunch today," he said, "and she picked a place that
was nearly deserted and a table in corner with nobody nearby.  She didn't
talk much about work."

   "Tell me everything," said Winnie.

   "Well, she didn't beat around the bush, so to speak," said Bert.  "She
started by telling me how much she had been thinking about you, about how
you were one of the most beautiful women she had ever met, how you were so
smart, how you had controlled your conversation with her and told her very
little while reading her like an open book, how usually it was the opposite
with her, how she imagined you looked under your clothes and how excited it
got her.  She said she was soaking inside her panties just talking about
you, and then -- you won't believe this --- she grabbed my hand and pulled
it under the table between her legs and pushed it into her crotch.  She
said that now I had to believe her.  I did.  It was wet.

   "The next thing she did is start making plans with me, the same way she
does when we are working on a project goal.  It was like she assumed I
wanted her to have you as much as she did.

   "I stopped her then and told her to forget it, that you would never go
for it and that we needed to get back to talking about work.

   "That's when she really got going.  First, she told me that I wanted it
to happen as much as she did, that she could tell from the first time she
talked about her sex life that I was one of those men who got aroused by
lesbians.  She said the reason I would help her is that she would let me
watch.  She said, she might even agree to a threesome, as long as I didn't
touch her.  But she preferred being with you alone and me only watching. 
She said she had all sorts of cameras and lighting equipment at her place,
and she had lots of experience making videos of her having sex.  She said
that when you and she made love, it would be filmed from different angles,
and she would put together the hottest porn video I had ever seen and give
a copy to us."

   "I'm sure that was what finally convinced you to go along with her,"
said Winnie.

   "That's not fair," said Bert.  "You know me.  I was ready to come into
my pants, and I'm sure she saw that.  But I tried my best to calm her down.

   "Then she went into detail about what I'd get to see the two of you do.
She'd eat you out, you'd eat her out, you'd do a lot of kissing and a lot
of fingering.  The two of you would rub crotches.  There would be anal play
with the fingers.  I didn't realize how much lesbians can do to each other
without a penis.  She said she doesn't use any dildos or vibrators or
anything artificial.  She promised me you would have more orgasms per
minute than you've ever had in your life.

   "She finally stopped, and I saw her face was red.  I felt that mine was,
too.  She looked at me expectantly, but I took some time to calm down, and
then repeated what I told her before.  That was when she began to worry me.

   "She said that even though she wasn't my supervisor, she was always
talking about me to my boss, and up to now I had been one of the most
cooperative and capable people she had ever worked with.  She enjoyed
giving excellent reports about me, and she was sure that it was helping my
career at the company.  She said she wouldn't be surprised if I was a
candidate for promotion soon.  She said I probably would already have been
promoted if it hadn't been that the company had to scale back temporarily.
She said that she doubted I would be part of the next layoffs, which
everybody is guessing will come at the end of the year.

   "Then she said that she looked forward to working closely with me on
many future projects, and that she was sure that we would continue to work
together well and she could continue giving me good reviews and there would
be no problems to report.  Then she stopped and looked at me and didn't say
another word.  That's when my stomach told me I better get to the bathroom
fast.

   "When I cleaned up and came back to the table, I said that I had no
appetite, and I would like to get back to the office.  She said that was
fine, but she'd stay there a while.  She was still pretty rosy looking when
I looked back at her as I walked out the door, and she was staring in my
direction.  That's all there is to tell."

   "Bert," said Winnie, as she pulled him to her, "you did a lot better
than I expected.  For that, you get a big kiss, and there's another reward
waiting for you at bedtime.

   "I'm sure we see this the same way.  She knows you're excited by the
idea of us having sex, so she thinks that puts you on her side.  But she
also knows that's the last thing I want to do, and so she's throwing in the
blackmail.  Tell me, is she right?  Can she ruin your career at the office?

   "I know times are tough, but can you get another job, even if it pays a
little less?  I'll support you a hundred per cent and promise you I will
never complain about the money.  You know I never have."

   "There are too many people I've worked with for her to be able to
destroy my reputation," said Bert.  "But if she started reporting
everything I ever did that could be even slightly misinterpreted, it could
affect my momentum.  She's smart, and she'd know how to do it without
anyone getting suspicious of her motives.

   "What I'm most worried about is that when upper management makes its
list for the end of the year, they'll be looking at every bad mark on every
evaluation, no matter how small, trying to pick out the weakest players on
the team for the layoffs.  A few bad marks could make the difference.

   "Starting tomorrow, I'll be looking for another job.  I have to do it
discreetly, though, because there are a lot of people on the street and not
much hiring.  And if the company thought I was ready to jump ship, I would
definitely go on the layoff list or even get cut loose sooner."

   "No, Bert," said Winnie.  "I don't want you to do that yet.  For now, I
want you to go to work with Margie like this never happened.  There must be
some way to stop her.  We need time to think of one.  I want you to tell me
what happens every day."

   For the next couple of weeks, Bert had nothing to report.  It was
business as usual, and he had finished his project with Margie and was now
working on something with another senior executive and often didn't even
see Margie.  But then one day, she came over to his desk.  "I'm getting
impatient, Bert," she said in a low voice and then in a normal voice said,
"Hi Bert.  I just found out we've been assigned to work on a new three-week
project together.  I'm looking forward to it.  Let's meet in my office
first thing Monday morning." Then she walked away.

   On the Thursday before the Monday that his project with Margie would
start, Bert walked in the door and saw that Winnie was about to explode. 
"Sit down, Bert," she said, and after she made them both a drink, they sat
in the living room.  He could see she was trying to calm herself and keep
from crying.

   "What is it, Winnie?" he finally said.  "Is it Margie?"

   "Yes," she said, trying to control her voice.  "She called me today."

   "She what?  Why that bitch!"

   "Stop, Bert," said Winnie.  "I have some questions to ask you.  First,
is there a guy named Jasper who works at your office?"

   "Yes, he's a senior on the same level as Margie.  I've worked with him a
lot.  He's a great guy."

   "Do you know he's leaving?"

   "No.  Margie told you that?  I know his wife doesn't like it here, and
she's been pressuring him to move back to where her parents live, but jobs
are tight in that city."

   "Well, Margie told me he got one.  If he leaves, are you in line for his
job?"

   "There are several people that they would consider," said Bert, "but I'd
definitely be one of them."

   "Margie said that she could make sure that you got the promotion," said
Winnie.  "She said that she could use the project you're starting on Monday
to make some glowing reports on you and time them for maximum impact.  Is
that true?"

   "Well, she can't guarantee I would get the promotion," said Bert,
"because other people will make that call.  But she's right that if they
get certain input from her, it would definitely help my chances.  Winnie, I
don't care about this promotion.  I know what you're thinking, and you're
not going to do it.  She's an evil bitch, and I wish she'd go straight to
hell."

   "Shut up, Bert," said Winnie.  "I'm not going to do anything right now,
but you know, I always want to be sure that I understand everything.  Let's
not talk about this anymore.  I'm sick of it."

   "Me, too," said Bert, but that didn't cheer either of them up, and
neither of them was in the mood for sex that night.

   The next day, he saw Margie coming to his desk just before quitting
time. There was a bounce in her step and a broad smile on her face.  She
leaned over, and he got a good look down her loose top.  "I'm really
looking forward to writing my first report about you on Monday," she said.

   "So help me, Margie," he said in an angry growl that made a couple of
heads near him turn, "if you dare--"

   "Hush," she said softly as she put a finger on his lips.  "They're going
to be great reports.  And I bet soon I'll be congratulating you on a
promotion.  Winnie just called me." She bounced away from his desk.

   He sat there stunned.  Winnie had agreed to do what Margie wanted.  He
felt terrible for Winnie, and he felt ashamed that he felt a stirring in
his pants as he thought about it.



   It took place the following Friday night, and Winnie and Bert both tried
to pretend everything was normal in the week leading up to it, but they
both knew it wasn't.  Each day, Winnie seemed more distant.  Bert was
concerned about her, but he couldn't help getting excited thinking about it
at times, and then he felt even worse for Winnie.

   When they arrived at Margie's brightly lit apartment, Margie was the
gracious host, greeting them warmly and offering them drinks.  "Show me
your setup," Winnie replied in a matter of fact voice.  Margie led them to
the bedroom and began talking about the placement of the lights and the
four video cameras mounted on tripods behind each corner of the bed.  She
demonstrated the sensitive microphones hidden near and even on the bed so
they wouldn't be seen by the cameras.  They would capture every sigh and
whisper and especially the squishy sounds of bodies and fluids being
stirred up by tongues and fingers.  She showed how everything would start
at the same time when she threw a master switch and explained how she would
take the video from each camera and edit everything into a professionally
finished product, with some music added, but never covering up those
wonderful sounds of animals in heat.

   "What about the close-up cameras?" asked Winnie.

   "It sounds like you're a video aficionado, too," said Margie.  "They're
hidden around the bed like the microphones so they aren't caught by the
overhead cameras.  There are four of them.  Every facial expression we make
will be larger than life size and in full high definition.  And one camera
will be focused on each of our genital areas, so every ripple of flesh and
every follicle of hair that moves will be recorded."

   Winnie asked Margie to show her where the four hidden close-up cameras
were positioned.  Margie showed her and then reassured her.  "Don't worry,
Winnie," she said.  "I've done this before.  I'll be moving you around into
the right positions so everything will be wide open for the close-ups and
brightly illuminated.  I think you're going to love my video when I give
you the finished version in a couple of weeks."

   Bert was surprised by the whole exchange.  He didn't know Winnie had any
interest in videography, and the idea of her watching the video had never
occurred to him.  He started to feel aroused.

   Once Winnie had checked everything out, she started to take off her
clothes mechanically.  She wants to get this over with, thought Bert, but
he couldn't help getting more excited as Margie took her cue and started to
undress, too.  There were two amazingly beautiful women disrobing in front
of him.  One was petite and the other was an Amazon, and he couldn't decide
which one aroused him the most.

   "You have to take your clothes off, too, Bert," said Margie.  Winnie
didn't look pleased.

   "No, you're not getting in on the action," said Margie, pulling an easy
chair next to the bed for him.  "But I want to look over and watch you
masturbating while we make love.  It's going to make it even more
exciting." The look Winnie gave him told him he better do no such thing, so
he stood there.

   "Our deal is that he would be naked," said Margie to Winnie.  "What he
does with his penis is up to him.  Tell him to take his clothes off."

   Winnie said nothing, but she nodded to him, and then she crawled onto
the bed and lay down with her head on a pillow and her knees up and spread
apart.

   "I'm so glad you're natural," said Margie.  "Your bush is almost as big
as mine, and for such a tiny girl, that drives me wild.  I'm going to
explore every square inch of that beauty."

   Bert undressed and sat in the chair.  He watched as Margie crawled on
the bed and moved between Winnie's legs.  Winnie had not said one word to
him about what she agreed to do with with Margie.  He could tell that she
wasn't required to respond, because when Margie began stroking Winnie's
legs and running her tongue up and down Winnie's thighs, Margie lay there
like a log, breathing normally and showing no signs of arousal.

   For a while, it was silent in the room.  He thought he could hear
Margie's tongue sometimes, but he wasn't sure.  The mikes might be
recording, but there was no amplification in the room.  He was focusing on
where Margie's tongue was flickering in the dense undergrowth between
Winnie's legs.  Margie had moved Winnie slightly around so that his view
was unobstructed.  He was looking for the patch of red in the midst of that
black hair, but he still didn't see anything.  Then he heard a noise.

   He looked up to see a horrible expression on Winnie's face.  She was
holding her breath and clenching her teeth.  It looked like she was in
terrible pain, but Bert knew better.  She was trying to hold back the
feelings that she was beginning to feel.  She hates it, thought Bert, but
she can't control how her body is responding.

   Then there was a huge explosion of breath, and Winnie began to gasp and
cry and moan, all at the same time.  Her body began twitching, too, and
Bert looked back down between her legs and saw that her vagina was wide
open and bright red, and her juices were flowing so hard they were dripping
onto the bed.  Margie's tongue was flicking so fast he could barely see it
move.

   He heard the sound Winnie sometimes makes when she comes hard, and he
saw her body bounce in the air.  That's one, he thought.  He continued to
count and he peered between Winnie's legs and tried to see what Margie was
doing.  It was hard, because she went from one thing to another so fast. 
Some of it was slower, like when she was lapping up Winnie's sap like she
was licking an ice cream cone.  But most of it was frenetic, moving all
around the area where he legs met.

   Then it all stopped for a second.  Margie lifted her face up and looked
at Bert.  She was covered from forehead to chin with Winnie's juices, and
she was smiling triumphantly.  "Here comes the earthquake," she said to him
and then ducked back down between Winnie's legs.  He tried to see what she
was doing, but he couldn't tell much because Margie's mouth was locked into
Winnie's vagina in a kind of soul kiss.  But then he heard Winnie take some
deep breaths and start panting like a dog.  Her whole body began moving
from side to side and then it began lifting off the bed and pounding back
down harder and harder.  He heard a small high-pitched sound, and then it
got gradually louder and turned into a blood-curdling scream.  With a final
tremendous slam of her body into the bed, the scream stopped a second and
then burst out one more time.  And then all he heard was panting and
crying.

   Margie got up with a strange expression on her face.  She didn't speak
for a second.  Finally, she said, "Winnie, I know you hate me and I'll
never get to do this again.  But it was worth it.  You are the most amazing
woman I've ever had.  Your whole body is fine tuned for lesbian sex.  I
wish I could respond like you just did, but at least I had a couple of
orgasms just from watching you in ecstasy and knowing I was the one who
created that for you.  Right now, I'm insanely jealous, because I know that
after today, some other lucky woman -- or probably a lot of them -- are
going to have all the benefits of me taking your virginity."

   There was no response from Winnie other than the crying.  After a while,
the crying stopped, and Winnie quietly sat up and moved to the side of the
bed.  Margie took her place and spread her legs the same way as Winnie had.
"I don't expect you to be as good as I was, because this is your first
time," said Margie, "but you know the agreement is that you have to give me
as many orgasms as I gave you.

   "No, I'm not going to hold you to that.  I never intended to.  There's
no way you're going to get me off as many times as I just made you come. 
So you'll just keep going until I tell you I'm satisfied.  And I'll even
combine this part with the next part, where we do 69.  I'll tell you when
to change positions."

   As Winnie went to work, Margie was silent at first, but then she began
talking and never stopped, even when she was out of breath and gulping for
air.

   "Are you sure you've never done this before, Winnie," she said.  "I know
you're imitating what I did, but I don't think I did that little thing you
did just now, where you played tic-tac-toe with your tongue on my clitoris.
It was brilliant.

   "Oh, that was good.  I think I'm -- that was three right there.  Winnie,
I think you are a natural lesbian sex master.  What most of us have to
learn, you know by intuition.  Oh!  How many was that?  Maybe you'll match
me after all.  How did you do that with your finger and tongue so I
couldn't tell which was which.  It drove me insane for a second and I
couldn't stop coming.  Are you stroking me with your hair now?  What an
amazing idea.  It feels so --- oh no, here I go again.  I'm getting
exhausted.  We need to get to the 69 right now, or I won't have any energy
left.

   "That's it.  You go underneath first.  We probably won't get to you
being on top, because I'm nearly exhausted.  There are only a couple of
things I still want to do to you.  OK, good, you're starting to work away
at my vagina, and it feels good, but I'm looking at your husband, and I'm
going to lift up for a second, so you can see him, too.  He's in tremendous
pain.  Look at his face.  Please tell him it's OK to whack himself off or
you're going to have to take him to a doctor, because I think he's going to
burst an appendix."

   Bert saw Winnie's gleaming face turn to him.  She was covered with
Margie's secretions and looked as if she had just stepped out of a swimming
pool.  She stared at him a moment and then nodded.  He put his hands to
work.

   "That's looks great, Bert," said Margie.  "Watching you is getting me
even hotter.  Now let's see what this does to you.  See how I just lifted
up and spread my ass cheeks wide and moved back and then down on top of
Margie.  See, she doesn't like it at all, because she's twisting her body
and pushing at me to try to get free.

   "See how almost her whole face is buried in my ass, but her ears aren't,
so she can hear me.  She needs to start digging into my asshole with her
mouth and especially her tongue.  If she does, I'll lift up a little so she
can breathe with her nose through my ass hair.  If she doesn't, she'll
start getting short of breath and eventually pass out.  But I've got some
smelling salts, so I'll bring her back quickly.

   "I'm not going to stop doing this until she gets to work inside my ass.
I want her to remember me, and when she eats out my ass, she's going to
taste and smell things she'll never forget.  She's starting to get weaker.
I can tell.  I've got the smelling salts ready.  Oh, I just felt her
tongue. I'm lifting up now so she can get some air."

   Margie stopped talking for a minute.  All Bert could hear was the sound
of Winnie gasping for air.  He couldn't see her face, which was still
inside of Margie's cheeks.  Finally, her breathing started to become more
regular, and he heard a muffled sound.

   "No talking now, Winnie," said Margie as she pulled her cheeks wide
again and lowered herself.  "Save your energy for your work.  That's it. 
Lick all around, harder, harder.  I'm putting my fingers between my legs
and starting to work on myself at the same time.  As soon as you help me
get off again, I'll let you up.  You should see Bert.  He's going wild
watching you inside my ass.

   "Now, I'm pressing my anal muscles like I'm ready to push something out.
Don't worry, there's nothing in there, but you can now stick that amazing
tongue deep inside.  That's it.  Now you push hard and I'm going to ride on
your tongue so it goes in and out.  I'll do it slowly because I don't want
to hurt your head.  Your tongue feels silky smooth inside my ass.  My
fingers are flying on my clitoris.  I'm coming soon.

   "Oh, wow!  No, that wasn't me.  Your husband just blew his top and
sprayed us both with an incredible amount of sperm.  I think the sight of
that is bringing me over the edge.  There, there, there, there.  Oh, I
can't stop.  Do you feel me spasming around your tongue.  I feel like I'm
grabbing it with my anus and twisting it.  I think that was the last one.
No, here's one more.

   "I've got to catch my breath, Margie.  Stop twisting around.  I'll get
my ass off you in a second.  I need some strength for one more thing.  Aha,
you're starting to respond.  Your beautiful vagina is right in front of my
eyes, and this time I'm using only my fingers.  Do you feel them inside
you? Your husband is pretty large, so you're used to being stretched, I can
tell.  Would you believe I've got three fingers going into you, and the
juices are coming out like a waterfall.

   "Now I'm going dip my other hand into some of the slush and do this. 
You don't like that, I see.  Just relax.  It's only two fingers in your
ass. Let me get some more of your natural lubricant.  There.  Isn't that
better.  Oh, you noticed I snuck a third finger into your ass.  You're
really responding now.  And you should see your husband.  He's hard as a
rock again and starting to work on himself.

   "Now here go four fingers inside the ass.  Wait, I need more lube.  Good
thing the fingers in your vagina are still keeping your juices flowing.  I
just stuck a bunch more lube inside your ass, and now here come the
fingers. Four in the vagina now and four in the ass, and they're both
moving in sync.  Now, you know what's coming next.

   "I'm tucking my thumb behind the four fingers in your vagina and pushing
slowly.  Just relax.  I'm not going to shove it in.  Just this little
pressure will do the job.  Eventually, you're going to open to let me in.
You should see your husband's face.  It's as red as a fire engine, Winnie.
I feel you've stopped struggling, but I hear you moaning.  I know it's
painful the first time, and some women never get into it.

   "There, I think I felt something.  Steady.  Oh my.  You suddenly opened
up and I went in up to the wrist.  That loud sound was your husband.  I
think he's out of control.  OK, I'm moving it around a little inside you.
Yes, I can tell you feel it by your moaning.  It's a good thing my asshole
is dampening the sound, so to speak.  Keep breathing through your nose. 
We're almost done.

   "Now, it's time for the asshole to stretch.  It's harder than the
vagina, especially since you're such a small girl, and I have such large
hands.  But I've got my thumb tucked in now and am starting to push gently.
I'm patient, but if you want to finish this sooner, you can try to relax
your ass muscles as much as possible and don't fight me.  You're still
resisting.  It's going to hurt even more if you keep that up.

   "OK, I see you've stopped tensing up.  I think I feel something start to
give.  Yes, I'm into you just a fraction more.  Now there's some spasming I
can feel.  Wheee!  There I go!  What a jolt your body gave when I went
through.  And your husband sounded like he was strangling as he came.  What
a night!

   "OK, let's all calm down for a few minutes as I slowly pull my hands
out. OK, there goes the hand in your vagina.  Now try to relax your muscles
as much as you can, Winnie, while I get the other out of your anus.  Slow,
slow.  There it goes.  Bert, please go to the bathroom and grab a big towel
and also a little cloth and some soap.  When I get off Winnie, her face
isn't going to look pretty, but I'll clean it up."

   Winnie lay silently without moving a muscle as Margie washed off her
face and softly kissed her.  As soon as Margie got off of her, Winnie took
a couple of deep breaths, and then she jumped out of the bed.  As she did,
she screamed in pain and put one hand between her legs.  But she stopped
only a second before running to a chair where her purse was and reaching
into it.

   When she turned around, Bert saw she had a large hunting knife in her
hand.  She started walking toward the bed.  He was frozen as she saw Margie
quickly jump off and run to the far side of the room.

   "That's it, you bitch," said Margie, going after her.  "Get over in that
corner way over there.  You told me there would be no rough stuff, you
lying piece of crap.  I should cut you into little pieces.  Bert!"

   He was sitting in the chair looking at Margie and Winnie in a daze. 
Winnie was facing Margie, so he didn't realize she was talking to him until
she said "Bert!" again in a louder voice.

   "What?" he said.

   "I'm going to move over here," said Winnie, taking a few steps, "so I
can see Margie and you at the same time.  You're going to go to each tripod
and remove the camera and place it on the bed.  Come on, let's go."

   Bert had no idea what was coming next, but with that knife and that wild
look in her eyes, Winnie didn't seem ready for any discussion.  He got the
cameras and put them side by side on the bed.

   "Now, I'm going to tell you where each of the hidden cameras is," she
said, "and I want you to put them on the bed, too.  I remember each
location.  If I find out that Margie didn't tell me about one, I'm going to
visit her with this knife, no matter where she runs to.  You like
excitement, Margie.  Well, you'll be looking behind you for the rest of
your life waiting for me to find you.  If you'd rather live a calmer life,
tell me right now whether there are any cameras you didn't tell me about."

   "No, I showed them all to you," said a little voice in the corner.

   "Good," said Winnie.

   After all the cameras were on the bed, Winnie walked over and began
picking them up one by one and examining them until she found where the
recording drive was.  Then she removed it.

   "No!" screamed the voice from the corner, and Margie began walking
toward the bed.

   Winnie stopped and turned around.  She picked up her knife from the bed,
where she had dropped it.  "Get back in that corner, Margie." she said
quietly.  "Or do you think you can take this from me before I cut off one
of your breasts and throw it down the disposal?"

   There was a shocked gasp from Margie as she moved back to the corner. 
Winnie finished removing all the recordings and stuck them into her purse.
"Let's get dressed, Bert," she said.  She put the knife on a chair in front
of her as she dressed and talked to Margie.

   "You've had your fun today, Margie," she said, "but you lied and
violated our agreement, so the videos are mine.  You might see them one
more time in your life.  If Bert gets that promotion, I'll invite you over
for a celebration, and we can spend the whole evening watching the show."

   "You better hope Bert gets the job, because if he doesn't, I might show
them to some people at the office and explain what happened.  You've
mortified me so completely tonight that I have no shame left.  I won't care
who sees them if it helps destroy you."



   Bert did get the promotion a month later, and now he was leading his own
teams, so he never saw Margie except at larger group meetings.  They didn't
exchange many words.

   Margie came over to their house the day his promotion was announced and
watched every minute of each video on their flat screen in the living room.
Mostly, she just stared at the screen.  Sometimes she cried.  When it was
over, she got up and silently left.

   A few months later, she resigned.  Bert told Winnie that a woman working
under her had complained that Margie had spoken inappropriately to her, and
that Margie had chosen not to fight the allegations but take the generous
severance package that was offered her.  She left town, and later they
heard that she had joined a successful competitor whose partners were all
women.

   For a week after the night at Margie's, Winnie spent each night in a hot
bath, and she couldn't take a step without grimacing.  Bert watched her,
and he winced when she winced.  He tried a few times to bring up what
happened and how sorry he was and how it was all his fault and would she
ever forgive him, but he only got a few words out before she would shush
him.  "Not yet," she would say in a steely voice.

   The second week, Bert noticed that Winnie was starting to walk less
tentatively, and she grimaced less often.  One night after dinner, she
said, "Bert, I'm thinking some strange thoughts, and I need time to sort
them out.  I think it will take a few weeks.  I'm still too sore for sex,
but I can satisfy you orally if you want."

   "What about you?" he said.

   "I don't know," she answered.  "You can try, but very gently."



   After the third week, they were both enjoying each other again.  She
finally listened to him as he groveled and apologized but didn't reply.  He
got worried and tried again a few days later, but she stopped him after a
couple of words.  "Bert," she said, "I'd appreciate it if you dropped this
for now.  I've done a lot of thinking about what happened, but I still need
to do more.  When I'm ready to talk, I'll let you know."

   That scared Bert even more.  As the weeks went by without her saying
anything, he became increasingly concerned and imagined all the different
things she might tell him, none of them good.  After two months, she said
to him one morning, "Tonight we can talk if it's OK with you." He didn't
get much work done that day, and several colleagues asked him if he was
feeling well.

   She was at the kitchen table when he got home.  "Take off your jacket
and sit down," she said as she put a piece of pizza on a plate and handed
it to him.  While he ate mechanically, she began talking.

   "Bert, you need to forget about apologizing to me, because it makes me
sick," she began.  "I hated you for being excited while you were watching
Margie and me, but what happened was not your fault.  You never tried to
talk me into it, and I made the decision without consulting you.  Every
time you bring up how sorry you are, it reminds me of how mortified I was,
and my stomach starts turning somersaults.  I can't stop you from feeling
guilty, and I know you're used to blurting out whatever's on your mind. 
But in this case, I would really appreciate it if you would just shut up."

   "But that's not what's taken me so long to process.  Do you remember
what Margie said to me that night?  I thought it was just part of provoking
me for her excitement, but I'm sorry to tell you she was partially right.
I've been tormented and confused, and I've done a lot of research.

   "I'm not a real lesbian.  I'm what they call a bisexual.  Just saying
that makes me nauseous, because there's only one person in the world I
love, and that's you.  I never want to lose you, but I can't deny what she
brought out in me, and not just when she was pleasuring me.  When I had to
go down on her, at first, I hated it, but in a few minutes, I found myself
doing things that I couldn't believe.  It seemed to come from inside me.  I
just knew what to do, and my body wanted to do it.

   "You wouldn't believe the things that have been going around in my mind.
For a while, I was thinking that I would seduce beautiful young women.  I
would never do what Margie does, but I know that I have something special
to offer them, and I'm sure I could get them lining up for a chance at me.
In my mind, you would be a part of this, and not just watching.  They would
have to agree to a threesome, and they would have to allow you to use their
bodies as well as mine.  That would be your compensation, and I think you
wouldn't mind that kind of thing -- at least for a while.

   "But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I would not
only be using them, I would also be using you.  We would be having sex like
animals, without love, and maybe you don't need the love, but I do.

   "No, don't say anything.  That was unfair.  I'm sorry I said that.  I
know you love me the way I love you, and sex is only part of it.  I'm
really sorry.  I didn't mean that.  I'm going to kiss the tears from your
eyes right now.  Now I need a handkerchief.  I'm so stupid.

   "OK.  I think I'm over that.  Anyway, I realized that while I desired
lesbian love, I didn't desire any other lover in my life except you.  So
another solution would be to suppress all thoughts of lesbian love and
pretend like what happened never happened and go back to where we were
before.  I think I'm strong enough to do that, but I'm also worried that
these strange new feelings could get shaken up like a warm bottle of soda
and just explode some day and destroy us.  I thought of Margie and how her
lack of control affected her career, but she just went to another job. 
There is no other you for me to go to.

   "If you want, I'm willing to try that solution.  Because the other thing
I thought of is completely unfair and demeaning to you, and you shouldn't
accept it.  It's totally bizarre, and at times, I think I must be the
biggest pervert in the world to even think of it.  I don't expect you to go
for it, but I have a strange feeling that it would work if you did.  So I'm
frustrated.

   "I thought of it a few weeks ago, but it's taken me all this time to
gather the courage to tell you.  So I'm asking your forgiveness in advance
if it makes you as uncomfortable as it makes me.

   "The third solution would be to not deny my lesbian side, but also to
never go outside our marriage.  How is that possible?  you're thinking. 
Let me take a breath.  OK.  What I'm suggesting is that I make you into a
lesbian.

   "No, I'm not talking about surgery or hormone injections or anything
like that.  My heterosexual side wants you to be just the type of lusty
male you are right now.  But I think I can teach you to be a woman lover
and to pleasure me as much as Margie did, and then I think I can take you
further because I believe there are things that I know intuitively that she
doesn't have a clue about.  I think I can make you into the most erotic
lesbian in the world.

   "I'm not sure yet how far I want you to go in appearance.  I know for
sure that I will never ask you to do anything that can't be covered up when
you're at work and or would let others discover what you're doing for me.
When the summer swimming season is over, I would remove every hair from
your body -- except of course that big bush around your gigantic clitoris.
I want to shave you, I want to rub creams on you, I want to wax you.

   "I'll be as gentle as possible, but even though I'll be careful, some of
it may hurt.  If it does, I will comfort you in a special way.  With my
fingers and my mouth, and I want to turn the pain into pleasure and make
you so aroused that your juices squirt wildly into my mouth as I bring you
to orgasm.

   "I may ask you to wear some sexy women's lingerie.  I'll find special
makeup and learn how to be your beautician.  I think I can turn my he-man
into a woman that would arouse any man who saw her -- as well as any
lesbian.  When we do this --and it would only be here in the house -- I
will teach you to assume a totally different personality and take me to
places that I can't even imagine.

   "I can't promise you anything equal to that in return, because you can
only come a few times a night on your best nights.  But I will try my best
to give you almost as much pleasure as you give me.

   "And right here and now, I promise that for every time you are a lesbian
for me, I will offer my ass to you.  I will even enthusiastically make love
to your ass with my mouth and my tongue and my fingers.  You can't hurt me
or nauseate me more than Margie did, and it will make me feel better about
what I'm asking you to do.

   "So there it is.  I'm sure you're as disgusted hearing it as I am
telling it to you.  Please do me one more favor, Bert.  Don't say no right
away.  Pretend like you have to think it over and give me your answer in a
few days."

   Bert didn't say anything.  His mind was spinning.  That night, she
jumped through hoops for him, and when they were done, he was lying in a
lifeless pile on the bed.  She was also exhausted and taking deep breaths.
She struggled to speak.  Finally, she said in a soft voice, "Bert, that was
my greatest hits, at least so far.  As long as we're together, I'm going to
give you that, maybe not all on one night, because I don't want to kill
you. But I promise you that if you can find a way to accept Plan No.  3,
that is just the starting point."

   For the next three days, they didn't talk about anything involving sex.
The fourth morning at breakfast, Bert smiled at Winnie.  "I get off early
tonight, so we can go shopping at Victoria's Secret," he said.  "I wonder
what size I am.  I'm really excited about screwing your ass this weekend."
   "Oh Bert," she said with a laugh.  "You're so romantic." 

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